Buon Giorno Genova

On the ferry, the dim passenger Jay does not know he is about to be sunburned.

Today, my three Swiss touring friends had a final meal in Genova. A half hour later I’m sitting around just leisuring Italian style leisure. Under the black paper napkins I see Walter left his cell phone! I flash out to the train station in a run. They rode there on their bikes. Whatever train they’re going to Switzerland on leaves at 1:48. That’s all I know. Get to the station, blabbidy 1:48 blabbidy (insert Italian) over the loud speaker. The 1:48 from platform 12 reads the board. Find the platform, jump on the train, work down the isle. There he is. Done. Feeling pretty okay about myself. But after all, he did pay for my lunch.

Pro tips from Espanol
Ground floors start at zero.
A ton more cigarette smoking, the packages are gross.
Bicycles must obey all minor traffic laws (ahem) or get Garda attention.
A bizillion teenagers travel completely safely on their own.
So many languages, all the Romance plus Arabic, Hindi, Ukrainian.
Very many people do not speak English or care that you’re American.
Cooper Minis are midsize cars and command respect.
The euro comes in 1 € and 2 € coins, the five is the first bill, people got over that.
The whole vibe everywhere is more chill. Maybe it’s having national health care.
Can’t wait to ride out of town, up all day hills. Really!Read more